Chapter 66

Keith slipped through the underworld without so much as a sound, feeling the gentle wisps of poppy petals brush against his ankles as he walked. Behind him, his cave gleamed, winking at him, enticing him. Ah, what he wouldn’t do to turn back and just bury himself in that cave for a thousand years. It was his place of rest and solitude. A place where the god of sleep could be who he truly was without any mortal restraint on him.

Hypnos.

The trail of poppies that followed him slowly died down as he walked down a darker path. If Cassandra were here, she would freak out at the terrible darkness that swarmed around him, so thick, they locked around his hands like tentacles, teasing and gliding over his skin.

He was walking to a place not even gods could tread and how they wanted. To a place where darkness itself was born. Nyx abode.

Throughout the lives of mortals, mothers had been called a million names. Evil, witchy, abominable, terror, and all things bad. But t